Outfits

I Take A Walk

10:30 AM

Louie is standing here in these photos thinking "Momma, we do not have time for this, why aren't we walking? I have stuff to sniff, and things to pee on." Also, take note of all of the tree carnage in the background. The city of Oak Park had JUST came by on Friday to clear out the first batch of limbs and whatnot, and then we go and put twice that amount in it's place. Can you imagine the how the city workers must feel right now? Their bosses are probably all up in their faces going "Hey! Didn't we tell you guys to get that house last week? Da fug?" and the workers are all pissed. Sad truth is: there are even more trees to get rid of. I know, I KNOW. What is all of this responsibility that came with home-ownership? I didn't sign on for this! Oh wait.

I know my limbs did not sign up for all of the abuse I have put them through in this process either, and they are showing it. Scrapes and bruises are all over my legs from crawling on the garage roof in attempts to chop down branches, (apparently I don't know how to pants). Then to top it all off, mosquitoes have been feasting on me, and bug-bites are always sexy.

So what do I do? Long walks. Because if I am going to beat the living hell out of my legs, I might as well add 6-9 miles of exercise to make sure they can withhold the future abuse I fully intend on putting them through. I knew there was a reason I would never be glamorous, I am too much of an asshole to my own body.